Josephine

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    [Intro: Ghostface Killah]
    God's woman... what's going on?
    I know things seem messed up sometime
    You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
    Sometime it feels like you lacking the guidance
    And you don't know what to do... but stay strong
    And keep in mind that he always loves you...
    It's what it is... that's right sugar love
    Come on...

    [Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
    Josephine, the times are getting tough
    Seems to me... you just wont get enough
    The rain, wont wash away, your sins...
    You'll be here, to do them all over again...

    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo, I know this chick from the hood named Courtney Cox
    And her brain is easy to pick like faulty locks
    She's awfully hot, asshole burning like tobasco
    She used to be thick, it's like where the hell her ass go
    Started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
    Thought that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right
    Infactuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers
    Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers
    Putting dope in the cook, searching for her vein
    Tracks all over her arms, she never felt the pain
    The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
    Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her
    The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another young black woman
    Destroying her pretty image and her health
    Got me thinking to myself, damn, how could this happen?
    I seen her on the corner, nodding off, sniffin' and scratching

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    [Chorus]

    [Willie Cottrell]
    Up all night, under the party lights
    Same old popping and party hopping
    All of your so called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
    Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
    It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
    I'll be your leaning pole when you're falling down
    I'll be there, when you falling down (sooner or later)

    [Pretty Ugly]
    The Josephine that I knew, had a fiend for the rich guys
    Old fashion girl, judged a man by her shoe size
    If you had on the right Nikes, looked like the right type
    Paid her the right price, she give you the green light
    She was a different breed, she smoked different weed
    Every week her hair done, she had a different weave
    She was in and out of bars, she was in and out of cars
    She was on and off the law, she was in and out of drawers
    The chick a dime, I admit, I even tried to hit
    I told her I was broke as shit, but I got the magic stick
    I'm that confident, she said I need the cash
    A different time, a different place, I could have the ass
    Years went pass, before I seen her again
    Now she slim, and I don't think she been in the gym
    So I asked her how she been, she said I'm down with the men
    Now I'm seen, but I caught AIDS when I was fucking with them

    [Chorus 2X]

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